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Divine Truth

tumblr_lysdrfLc5c1qizutyo1_500Purple flashes,
mixed with crimson,
blinding blue crashes into me.
Knees weaken,
one strength withers,
while true strength blooms.
Learning to fall.
Fall inward.
Searching for truth.
Finding just more blue.
Clutching the moment,
as if I owned it,
snatched right out of your unforgiving hands.
Take everything from me,
I will find it once again.
Never did I give up on her,
this ancient Goddess.
Breaking all that I could in search of her.
I reveled in the sound of the crashes,
got high on the smoke,
from the fire,
built so high and with specific purpose…
I learned to live to die.
Every last breath a curse,
another lock clicking into place,
keeping me enchained to the earth.
When all I truly wanted was to fly…
Then she,
the one I wrote for,
the one I dreamed for,
the hope,
my breath,
she came to me.
I collapsed in upon her,
with little thought to what she needed,
I selfishly claimed her as my deity…
I ignored the river and steadied my hands,
shook off doubt,
cast death back to the shadows,
and dissolved into her eyes.
Flying.
Soaring.
Falling.
Breaking,
Drifting.
Flying.
Soaring.
Falling.
The cycle repeats,
but breaking slowly ceases.
Drifting,
they give in to gravity,
fingertips lightly touching,
as the wind brings them together,
momentarily,
before the storm rages on.
Every wound drives them closer,
every shattered bone,
only strengthens the bond between them.
The blood rains freely…
blending and becoming one…
when it finally falls to the surface of the earth.
It flows together,
and upward,
winding its way to each of them,
pulling them down,
into each others hungry,
waiting,
arms.
They find heaven there,
and each time it only bears yet more fruit.
Grown from soil they nourished themselves,
nourished with blood,
sweat,
and tears.
Blood gives the roots,
gives the roots a beat.
Sweat gives the bark,
gives the bark moisture,
Tears of truth,
they bring rain…
healing rain…
cleansing rain…
never pain…
There they build rock,
to set foot in,
and stay grounded there…
In their own heaven,
surrounded by the ones they love,
forever.
Jake Sellers ’12

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Posted by on January 19, 2013 in Poems

 

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So I Had A Drink Or Five

skyYou left me defenseless.
Tore me down,
left me senseless.
Falling,
losing control.
Losing it,
giving in to this pull.
Let it take me,
drag me down.
All the way,
I love the sound.
I don’t care,
what have I left.
A broken shell,
with nothing but ashes to sift.
Dripping,
falling,
all the way down,
kissing your lips,
right before I touch the ground.
Dashed,
upon the rocks.
Begging for just a glimpse,
before the door locks.
Click click,
goes the loaded weapon.
I can’t even,
make it to heaven.
Bang bang,
goes the closing door.
Now only cold waves,
crash upon my shore.
Darkness,
dwells here no more.
However, my wings,
never again shall soar.
A victory,
small as me.
A loss,
cold as can be.
Shaking…
Waiting…
Anticipating…
Dreaming…
Screaming…
Shaking…
Waking…
Baking…
Staying…
Laying…
Under skies of eternal blue…
Lost in a memory…
of you…
Jake Sellers ‘at the end
 
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Posted by on December 1, 2012 in Poems

 

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River Dreams Pt.2

It is human nature…
to question our nature.
It is human emotion…
that has destroyed all emotion.
It therefore absolutely must be stated…
that our ability to think,
is what shall destroy us.
Or rather perhaps…
our ability to hate…
to murder…
to take…
take,
and fucking take…
that shall destroy us.
We collect trophies of the lost,
keeping them proudly displayed,
upon each of our sleeves.
What is it that drives us…
drives us to war?
What is it that takes us…
takes us to war?
Looking inward…
then outward…
then up…
then down…
finding little more than more questions.
For every question answered…
is but another found.
They keep piling,
and all the while the war machines,
they keep firing.
We are drowning in them,
answering and finding,
questions…
so very many questions.
More need to turn inward.
Remove the physical,
remove borders,
remove nations,
remove God,
remove yourself…
and see the river.
Watch it flow eternal…
watch it…
dance.
Feel the pain…
feel the loss…
but know love…
know happiness…
know yourself.
Find the center…
expand it…
till yours and mine…
collide.
Let us grow outward…
together…
please…
let us end this…
war…
together.
Jake Sellers 12
 
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Posted by on November 20, 2012 in Poems

 

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River Dreams

The smell…
has intoxicated me.
The smile…
has crushed me.
The draw…
the pull.
Blood…
life.
Blood…
death.
You’re bleeding…
he takes two steps and falls.
Fear…
blinds me.
Hate…
binds me.
Sweating…
screaming…
dreaming…
trailing…
caught up…
caught up in the current.
No way to fight…
no way to escape.
No way out…
no way down.
Free…
flee…
flee…
before the blood…
can hit the ground…
flee.
Jake Sellers 12
 
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Posted by on November 17, 2012 in Poems

 

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Planted in Stone

I am laying down and giving in,
to the mother of invention.
I have killed every motive,
as well as every intention.
I have tried so very hard,
for so very long.
I have grown weak,
and then grown strong.
I wish I could do this,
I wish I could save you.
But not much do I know,
but what I know is true.
I can’t lay down here,
and wait for you to awake.
I can’t watch you intently,
awaiting for something to break.
Just watch the war,
as it wages within.
Trying to reach through,
time and time again.
I cannot watch it destroy you,
cannot stand the pain.
Written plainly on your face,
watching your soul slowly drain.
Watching you weaken under them,
falling to the ground.
Watching you get lost,
caught up in the sound.
I have tried before,
will not try anymore.
For only you, the missing pieces,
may restore.
Goodbye,
when next we meet,
may you have rock,
beneath your feet.
Jake Sellers 12
 
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Posted by on November 12, 2012 in Poems

 

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Natural Grip

I’m a dying whisper,
a sad twist of fate.
I’m a soothing anger,
of mellow hate.
Open your heart,
let me in.
Open your mind,
please allow me to begin.
I’m a little off,
some say insane.
I’m slightly soft,
bringing chilling pain.
I am the fruits,
of their labor.
Every false prophet,
every real neighbor.
They have created in me,
a will to survive.
Little did they know,
I would find myself alive.
Stronger,
better than ever before.
Braver,
anger roiling in my core.
I have come,
I SCREAM TO THE SKY!
I tore a hole through it,
AND HAVE LOOKED GOD RIGHT IN THE EYE!
So do your worst,
do your best.
Beat me down,
and put me to the test.
But know this,
know one thing.
I have come,
WITH A WICKED STING!
Sent here to help,
help stoke the fire.
So give in,
give in to desire.
Do what you will,
what you will to each other.
Strike him down,
your own Goddamned brother.
Try to find it,
a little respect.
Each thrust only tightens,
THE NOOSE AROUND YOUR NECK!
Take her,
bring her to the ground.
But remember this,
for hearing it will be the last sound.
With primal scream,
and fluid grace.
I shall remove,
YOUR FUCKING FACE!
Expose you,
for what you really are.
A demon,
touched by the wish of a star.
A magical mask,
a villainous trick.
A broken neck,
and an exposed logic.
So before you go,
removing the head of a hydra.
Maybe think a bit,
and don’t go fucking with karma.
Jake Sellers 12
 
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Posted by on November 5, 2012 in Poems

 

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Perennial Breath

Doctor, quick he is beginning to see.
Give him a hot-shot of adrenaline,
for just a small added fee.
Make his eyes see again.
Bring him back to life,
no matter the cost in sin.
She needs him dearly.
His presence, his being,
the only thing she can see clearly.
Everything else beheld with doubt.
Locked in a prison,
his eyes the only way out.
Doctor, quick she has begun retreat.
Declaring love, while all he can see,
is the slow movement coming from her feet.
Complications abound here.
A constant battle to wage,
against the hate, pain and fear.
Abused ankles crack.
He hits the ground,
she follows, both under constant attack.
You are nothing.
The cunning enemy,
always comes up with something.
Crippled there, threatened by more,
he reaches for her,
finding the strength, deep in his core.
She glances his way.
Battered as she is,
she cries to him, begs him to stay.
So there they are, miles apart.
He feels her, she him, eternally connected,
by the heart.
With hope he looks to the sunrise.
For he has become immune,
to the constant lies.
He has died, a million times.
Yet still his heart beats,
still his lips spit poetic rhymes.
He was overdosed by the black.
His skull bashed in, throat slashed,
and still he comes back.
His heart thrown through a shredder.
He has reconstructed it,
so that it’s even better.
He fights on even after death.
Winning every battle,
even if it steals his breath.
Immortal he has become now.
This old soul,
never shall it fucking bow.
Never shall he break.
Thinking anything different,
was your first mistake.
He screams at the sky for more.
No reply is given,
he has already had all in store.
Perplexed, the enemy has become.
With a smile and a shrug,
he says here I come.
He has learned to fight.
His sword made from steel, blood,
and his own transcendent light.
The tide has turned.
He can only pray someday,
she will have learned.
Jake Sellers 12
 
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Posted by on November 1, 2012 in Poems

 

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